“Only the Polish could look at a potato and think, ‘I’m going to drink this!’” That’s not my line, by the way. It belongs to a comedian with whom I once shared the bill. He’s a lot older than I, and maybe because of his age, he manages to pull it off with out sounding racist, or the slightest bit demeaning.
It reminded me of what I sometimes refer to as real magic. Real magic to me are all thing things we use that some call, technology. When I take a minute to look around, I’m in a state of wonder.
For as long as I can remember, these things have always been amazing. And not just these recent -- well somewhat recent -- developments in small-ness and power. I’ve been amazed for as long as I can remember.
I marvel at electricity. What is that! Really, what is that? Oh, I know, you can quantify it with a definition, but just what the hell is it?
Take a phone. How can someone’s voice get sent through a wire. Again, I know we can explain this with simple math equations. But to me, that’s real magic. Radio. I’m listening to my local radio station right now. I have no idea how that happens.
Computers. The computer that I’m sitting before as I write this. I’m in a constant state of wonder. I send people email. They send an answer. Which brings me to the internet. To which I say, “Don’t get me started”.
In a manner of speaking, Steve jobs looked at an old phone and somehow said, “I’m going to drink this!”